Ashley

Why am I sitting here? Why on earth did I decide to park my fat ass on this stool, inside this bar, and allow this asshole to speak to me? His name is Clive. Yes, I know. Not exactly the sexiest name on the planet but I'm desperate. I saw him on Link and decided that swiping right might be a good idea. Yet, as I sit here, I realise that his pictures really doesn't do him any justice, because he is actually quite handsome.

His personality, however, gives off ‘Where's the clit?' Or ‘Is it in yet?' I internally groan because this really isn't how I imagined spending my final night of freedom before I travel the final six miles with my mother to the town of ‘Who gives a shit' to start my Sophomore year.

"Jamie?"

"Hmm?" I respond. I gave him a fake name. I'm here for something specific and it"s not him.

"I said your name like five times, babe."

Because it's not my name dickwad.And babe? So gross.

"Sorry. It's been a long day for me. A lot of traveling." I smile sweetly. It's surprising how lying has become such an easy thing for me now. Flowing out my mouth like air. Reaching over and brushing my fingers up his arm. I know this bible basher doesn't intend on fucking me. It's all just a rouse. But preacher boy here looks like he's about to come in his pants any second. Plus, the hard on he's sporting in his khaki slacks proves to me that the gimp doesn't get touched by a woman very often. His priest… maybe.

"I think I should go." he says, nervously pulling his hand back.

You have got to be kidding me? That easy?

Please do because I am bored out of my ass. I've been sat here for over an hour now, listening to him drone on about Jesus and how he saves and all the usual bullshit. I don't even think he's wet his wick yet. Twenty-five and already married to the church.

"Why don't you come by the church tomorrow before you leave."

Oh here we go again.The more I listen, the more I understand Judas.

He smiles as he puts the glass -that was once filled with a god damn cranberry juice- down on the table.

"Yeah, hard pass. I came here to get fucked tonight, Clive," I straighten myself. "Not to join a cult. So, thanks but no thanks." I shot the rest of my tequila and sit back in the chair. His jaw is hanging open now. I flick my hand in the air at him. "You're free to go God botherer."

"Jesus, Jamie."

"Eat my ass, Clive." I'm so bored of this right now. He steps back in shock.

"Sex out of wedlock is a sin." He points at me.

"And so are those fucking sandals you're wearing." He's looking at me now like I've grown a second head. Turning on his heel, he hurriedly walks away from me.

"I also don't think you're God would appreciate you being on Link either." I call after him. Laughing to myself as he practically runs the last few steps out of the bar.

I stand up and make my way over to the bar to pay my tab. I'm prayingI won't make it that far. I didn't waste all my time here just to have this fail. I lean over the counter and signal for the bartender. He raises a finger at me from the other end of the bar and smiles.

"Bad night?"

Bingo.

I turn to the left and lock eyes with the man beside me. His Emerald green eyes are framed with long dark lashes that women everywhere would kill for and a jawline that could cut glass. His thick, black hair is styled short around the back and sides, with a little length on top that sits perfectly pushed back from his face.

"You have no idea," I huff. The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk as my eyes home in on his mouth. "You?"

"You could say that."

"Wife?"

"Single." He turns his body to face me slightly and it's then that I realise just how broad this man is. His muscular physique presses through the black shirt that clings to every curve of muscle on his arms and chest. Am I drooling? I feel like I'm drooling.

Focus Ashley.

"You?" He lifts his chin slightly.

"Very much so." I watch as his eyes flick to my lips then back up to meet my eyes and if I wasn't paying attention, I'd have missed the action entirely it was so quick.

"You plan on leaving?" He takes a sip of what I'm assuming is whisky. Leaning one elbow on the bar.

"Why you want to buy me a drink?" I chuckle.

"How old are you?" He lifts an eyebrow.

"Old enough," I shrug.

"You ready to pay darlin'?" the bartender asks from beside me. I don't, for a second break eye contact with him.

Buy me a drink.

"She'll have the same as what she's been drinking all night and I'll have a refill of Johnny blue please." He replies, not breaking eye contact for a single second. This man exudes confidence. He leans forward, pulling the seat out from the bar.

"Sit." He commands with a commandeering smirk, nodding his head towards the chair. I walk the short distance around the chair and hoist myself up. Crossing my bare legs between his widened ones.

"I'm Nathan."

I know.

I hold out my hand and he grasps it gently in his.

"Ashley," I breathe. My heart is beating ten to the dozen right now. Probably because I'm planning to fuck him soon. If things go my way. I'm not afraid of sex, in fact I love it. The way he's looking at me though, it's causing that organ under my rib cage to smash against my chest.

"I haven't seen you round here before." It's not a question. He sips the rest of his drink, just as the bartender replaces it with a fresh one, handing me a bourbon at the same time.

"Just passing through." My right leg that's crossed over my left is dangerously close to his calf. I very gently test the waters and -accidentally on purpose- slide my foot up the outside of his calf. The moment we connect, his eyes flicker with something that's similar to surprise. He's actually intoxicating, and I just want to lean in closer, take a deep breath and suck the smell right out of him.

If things were different.

"Thought I'd have some fun while I was here," I take a sip of my drink. "And seeing as I won't have to see anyone here ever again, I thought it was the perfect opportunity for it."

"You want to get out of here then?"

That was easy.

"Eager aren't you," I chuckle.

"A little."

"Hoping I'll say yes, or no?" I tilt my head.

He smiles broadly and leans in closer to me.

"I love a challenge. But we both know you're going to say yes. I've caught you looking over here a few times tonight." He looks me up and down. His lips barely touching mine but so close, all I'd have to do is lean forward and they would touch.

"The clocks behind you." I point.

He turns his head and laughs. "The clock. Right." Turning back to face me, he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, and I bit my lip. I knew I had him the moment I walked in here tonight. This was easier than I thought.

"If by eager you mean to bury myself so deep inside you that you scream. Then yes, Ashley, I'm very eager."

Fuck.

"Ok," I murmur.

The second we enter his hotel room; he pulls me back against the door. Caging me in with a hand on either side of my head. This motherfucker is tall but then again that's not very hard when I'm only five-foot-six and a size eight. His heavy breath fans across my face as he looks down at me, looking as though he's contemplating what he's about to do.

"Second guessing?" I ask.

"Just taking a second to look at you." The pad of his thumb presses to my bottom lip as he pulls it down. "Open your mouth." The words come so soft that my chest explodes with excitement. I know I'm here for a reason other than myself, but why not enjoy myself in the process. You know that feeling I mean. It's like when you wake up on Christmas morning, knowing Santa has been.

Or when you stole your first Chocolate from a convenience store. It's more than excitement. More than the usual butterflies in your stomach. It's fear and anxiety mixed with enthusiasm and desire. I must have been quiet for a beat longer than I thought because he leans in closer.

"Ashley, love, open your mouth for me." His voice now even lighter. I slowly open my mouth, looking up at him as he slides his attention to my widened mouth. Grasping the underside of my jaw he rests his thumb on my tongue.

A smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he leans in further. I have to crane my neck to meet his eyeline and the burning sensation at the base of my skull is strong.

"Suck." I slowly close my mouth, wrapping my tongue around his thumb and gently sucking on it. A groan reverberates from his chest, sending goosebumps dancing all over my skin.

He has managed to incite a level of excitement in my body that I didn't think he could. I watch as his eyes flutter closed. There is nothing inherently sexual about sucking someone's thumb, but pair that with his British accent and my god, I'm a fucking puddle on the floor. I must've missed that from before. The loud music and chatter in the bar must've downed his accent out slightly. I reach up, taking hold of his wrist and his eyes snap open.

"Take off my belt, love."

My nails slide down his shirt covered chest and I feel every single taut muscle that lies beneath it and my mouth waters with desire. Not breaking eye contact, I find the buckle and begin working it open, still sucking softly on his thumb.

Once the buckle is open, I stop. I want to go further, but for some reason, I think he will enjoy this more. A slow smile spreads across his face and he removes his thumb from my mouth.

"Good girl." Jesus Christ, he hasn't even touched me, his words alone are about to make me come.

"Tell me what you want, love." Taking hold of my throat and stroking it softly between both of his palms. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"I don't… I don't know." I do, but not yet. A deep chuckle fills the room. I can see why women have fallen for him.

"Yes, you do. I can see it written all over that beautiful face." His lips connect with my jawline, causing me to suck in a tight breath and another attack of goosebumps does the Mexican wave across my entire fucking body. My god he's fucking incredible. "Let me see those beautiful blue eyes, love." Another kiss. "Open your eyes baby."

Baby.

The word that would usually make me feel violently sick, could've possibly just given me what I love to call ‘fanny flutters.' His voice is deep and guttural but posh at the same time. His words constantly enunciated when he speaks. I need to relax, or this will be over far quicker than I want it to be. But fuck me, he sounds like that fucking vampire from The Vampire Diaries all well-spoken and shit.

"I w-want to suck your cock." Why in the hell am I fucking stuttering? I know what I'm here for, but I've been in this room with him for maybe five minutes and already I'm a fucking mess. His eyes darken at my confession.

"Take it out."

Don't have to tell me fucking twice. My fingers scramble to the button on his black dress trousers and I make light work of the zip too as I yank it down and release his-

Fuck ME that's a big fucker!

His very thick, very big cock. Are all British men this big?

The palm of his hand rests on top of my head, gently pushing me to my knees and I willingly go. If this were anyone else, I'd punch them in the dick but seeing as Nathan here asked so nicely in that fucking disgustingly hot accent, I can't resist. I'd give him my entire bank balance if he asked for it.

Don't forget Ashley.

My knees hit the carpet of the seedy hotel with a thump and the simple act of me being on my knees makes alarm bells ring in my ears like shellshock. I'm on my knees for a strange man in a hotel room in the middle of nowhere and I'm so unbelievably turned on I can already feel my soaked thong against my shaved pussy. I don't know why I do it, but I look up at him.

"Good girl," he praises me, and I'm about to lose it. As a feminist, that ‘good girl' shit is sickening. I'm not a fucking child, my guy. But again, hearing him say it just makes me desperately want to please him in any way he wants. He nods down at me, giving me the go ahead and I return my gaze back to the veiny, and very angry cock that makes my hand look childlike.

I poke out my tongue, flicking it across the head of his penis and licking the precum from his tip. The taste of him explodes onto my tongue and I groan. Hollowing out my cheeks I slowly suck him into my mouth at a torturous pace and work my hand up and down in a gentle twisting motion. I might have no gag reflex but there's no way this fucker is fitting all the way back there. But hey, I'll give anything a go.

"Fuck." He croaks from above me. Fisting his hand in my blonde waves. The tightening hold causing my eyes to water.

He pulls himself from my mouth and crouches down in front of me. "Open your fucking mouth wider, love. I'm going to fuck that throat till you choke." I immediately comply and open it as wide as I can. Why am I unable to dislocate my jaw like a snake and take all of him? Life just isn't fair sometimes.

Righting himself above me, he places one hand under my jaw and the other on top of my head and slides the tip of his cock in my mouth. I poke out my tongue and tip my head back slightly so I can accommodate him better.

"You've done this before. Such a good fucking girl," he croons and my inner goddess fucking screams at me.

This might be the sexiest fucking thing in my life and I'm just letting him treat me like this. He doesn't even give me a chance to fucking breathe before he thrusts forward. My eyes bulging out the sockets as the head of his cock hits the back of my throat and he holds it there.

"Fuuuck!" he growls. He drops his head back and even though my chest burns from the lack of oxygen I don't move. All I want to do is please him. Right here in this moment and I have no fucking idea why.

My chest constricts. My eyes begin to water and that all too familiar burn travels up my chest. The first choke releases and he pulls out immediately. Thick saliva connects from my mouth to his cock as he smiles down at me.

"Breathe through your nose," his tone confident and commanding.

"Fuck my face, Nathan. I can take it." He laughs then, so I slide my hands up the back of his thighs and pull him back to me. Back into the deep fuck hole that is my mouth and I suck him all the way to the base. He begins thrusting in me and my eyes roll back in my head.

The squelching sounds coming from his assault on my throat remind me of what it sounds like slushing through mud. The heavy grunts that come from his throat spur me on as he fucks my face. My drool dripping from the corner of my mouth as his thrusts get harder and he pulls out less and less. The tip of my nose is pressed against his pelvic bone as he takes a step forward, bending me back into a contorted position. I claw at his thighs for balance because, what the fuck?

"Get your hands off my thighs, love." Our eyes meet, tears spill over my cheeks. "Trust me," he commands. I nod as I let go of his thighs and allow him to suspend my weight back. "Now," he continues, "I'm going to come down that pretty throat and you're going to swallow all of it." The tone of his voice completely different from before.

"Nod if you understand." I nod once again. His other foot joins the other, one step behind my head and my knees burn from the stretch of my quad muscles.

He crouches down slightly, clasping the back of my head with both of his hands and thrusts into me over and over again as I cough and splutter. I count the eight thrusts before I feel his balls draw up against my chin and his warm, salty cum spurts down the back of my throat and I swallow. I swallow every fucking bit like it's the last supper and god himself blessed me with his Holy juice.

"Jesus, fucking, Christ!" The bark makes me flinch. Yanking himself free from my mouth I drop back onto my hands, my breathing frantic and irregular.

I sit there for a few seconds trying to catch my breath. Not for long though as he lunges forward, grabbing me under my armpits and hoists me up.

"I need to taste you. Put your legs over my shoulders and hold onto the doorframe." The way he just orders me about is making me fucking feral. Who have I turned into? Usually when I fuck someone from a bar it's over quicker than you can say ‘thanks for the ride.'

Except here, with him, I don't want this to end. Hopefully, I get to fuck him more than once tonight. Hopefully, this is a man that will stay in my memory bank for a long, long time. One I compare all other sexual exploits with. He looks late twenties, maybe, but he fucks like he's older.

Right now who gives a fuck? Not me, because I wrap both my legs over his shoulders like he instructed. My back hits the door and I reach up, grasping the door frame like my fucking life depends on it.

"Come back to me, Ashley," his voice floating into my ears as I look down at him and watch as he slides his hands up the side of my thighs, ruching my mini skirt up to my waist. The action although nothing special, is unusually erotic to me right now. His hard, calloused hands grazing my soft, delicate skin deliciously slow.

"Watch me eat your cunt." Holy fuck, ok. I look down as he slides two fingers inside my neon green thong, running his nose up my slit and taking the deepest of breaths.

"Oh, fuck!" I cry out as he sucks my clit into his mouth at the same time as he thrusts two, thick fingers into my awaiting pussy. "Yes, yes, yes," I chant into the stuffy, sex filled room. I watch as he pulls his fingers from me and lifts me away from the door. I grasp the back of his head to balance myself before I'm thrown onto the bed with a thump. He drops to his knees in front of me, a devilish grin on his face as he pushes my legs wide and back against my chest.

"Hold them there and don't come." Lacing his fingers back into the fabric of my thong he pulls it over one ass cheek to give him a better view. I watch as he lifts me just under my ass and runs his flattened tongue over my back hole and up to my pussy.

"Holy shit!" I screech. The sounds of his enjoyment at eating both my ass and my pussy constrict my chest as they fill the room. I've never had someone eat my ass before and I must say, I'm not fucking mad at it. If the slurping and spaced-out moaning that's coming from his throat are anything to go by, then I think he's enjoying it just as much, if not more, than me right now.

"Oh shit. Please don't stop." I'm begging. Begging because he feels so fucking good. His rock-hard cock standing at attention as I look back down at the scene in front of me. If I'd have known this was going to happen, I'd have foregone my date with Clive, the sandal wearing, bible basher and made a move on Nathan the moment I walked into the bar. Because I knew he was there all along.

His broad, muscular back was the first thing I saw when I entered the dingy building and I also saw the side glance he gave me when I ordered my drink. I just got the feeling he wasn't interested by the way he broke the eye contact. I was clearly fucking wrong because the way he is devouring me right now is criminal.

"Fuck me… Please fucking fuck me!" I scream. He laughs. I groan. Lifting his hand, he smacks my pussy and I cry out again.

"Fucking beg for it, Ashley." He growls as he crawls between my legs.

"Please, Nathan."

"More."

"I need your cock inside me," I whimper.

"More, Ashley! Say what you really want. Don't fucking hold back."

If I die. I'm fine with it.

Dropping my head back against the mattress, I close my eyes tightly and fist the comforter. "Fill my cunt with your fat fucking cock!"

"That's my girl," he laughs at my announcement. My tone is laced with extreme frustration because I need him inside me. He reaches between us, lining himself up with my entrance and slides his cock up and down. Coating his length with my wetness. Then in one single, deep thrust, I've taken each inch of him inside me, and my mouth forms an ‘O' as I scream out.

Leaning up onto his forearms, he looks me dead in the eyes before he speaks. "This won't be gentle, love. I needed to fuck you the moment you walked into that disgusting bar."

I crank my neck in his direction, running my tongue up and over his Adam's apple, all the way over his chin. I press my lips as close to his as I can without them touching and breathe. "Hurt me."

His eyes darken as he looks down into my eyes and I hope with every single inch of my being that he can see how desperately I want this. Need this. Need him even. Pulling back he slams his cock back inside me and a smile begins to form on both our faces as he fucks me hard and fast into a psychotic oblivion.

His thrusts are hard, the sound of his thighs slapping against mine as they connect. He's driving into me like I'm the last woman he will ever fuck and the feeling of him stretching me out is fucking painful at first. But the wetter I get, the more he talks dirty to me and the more I open up to him, the quicker the pain turns to fucking pleasure. Wrapping both hands round my throat, he squeezes and smiles down at me.

"Choke for me."

Black stars dance in my eyes before everything goes black.